Artist: Soulja Boy Album: Young Millionaire (Mixtape) Song: Trap Boy Soulja Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus x2] Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja Trap boy soulja, trap boy soulja I got what you need, leave baking soder Mix it with what you need, lean molly cough I got what you need, trap boy soulja In that white cocaine benz like its baking soder I been flipping bricks, can catch across the border And that fucking swag bag coming 'cross the border In a fucking white van tell em the pricing order Ill 16 hollow tips he the shoulder He thought I was playing unloaded hella clips Rich gang at your playing baking soder rich Hot yellow bitch, and she sucking dick How wait thats me with like fifty bricks Backseat playing, like siccisy please sit in the seats Shoutout to my squad and to my niggas doing hits [Chorus] Damn I'm paranoid I they them niggas tap my phone I had packs chased down until everything was gone In the nets fuck it daily in my sty phone Swag bag march is selling on my fucking money In the nets stay in shootsouts with them fucking folks So I had to drop my top and I was gone All that fucking cheddar I had like sixty on Had to shut the packs cause they had to pull me over I was on cut flexing with like 38 And I hop up in that hooptie all them niggas fake In the next fucking day I catch up with louise state They say damn soulja you done did your squad feet In the next day my flex was on the fucking screen Swag bag and they both had them for 16 Had 30 kis and a fucking g I had pistol stacked, under my fucking seat Trap boy soulja, boom caught it colder I had gun stashed up in every sofa And them niggas say damn trey you done took it over I been whipping this and this, since like 4 older [Chorus]